Today marks 11 years since our beautiful country was under attack and since terrorists tried to tear apart our faith, hope, and love. I was taking my first US History test and getting ready to leave school to go to the eye doctor for pink eye as my teachers turned on the tv, only to see that the towers had been hit by the planes. After leaving my history class, my next teacher had no idea and we didn't even ask to turn the tv on in her room. We walked in, turned the tv on and the second plane hit. After that class I went to 4th period and, again, turned on the tv to see that the towers fell as I was walking from one class to another. The halls were quiet with a soft buzz of people talking about what was happening.
As I watch the news feeds being re-played today, I remember sitting in my parents' living room with Lane. I sat in awe of what I was seeing. I sat there not knowing what this really meant for us as Americans, but I remember seeing flags flying and Americans rallying together. We gained strength through hardship, and to this day I feel the pride and strength of being an American. Footage still brings tears to my eyes, and I hope it always does. I will never forget, and I hope you will always remember too!